Chords
First Snow On Brooklyn

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
 C    D    G    Am    C    D)  
Em                            Em/G                            D    D4  D  D4  D9  
        I flew in on the evening plane
Em                                 Em/G                                            D                         A  
        Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm                                 D                                            A  
        And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm                                      D                         A                         Bm  
        And taste the winter of another life
Em                                                 Em/G            D                                  D4  D  D4  D9  
        A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
                                Em                                    Em/G                            D  
        I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground
Bm                         D                              A  
        On rocky memories and choking tears
                Bm                                 D                                                            A              Bm  
        I believe it only rained round here these thirty years
                                             C                              G                                    Bm                              A  
        Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am                                                                 Em                                         G                         D  
        You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                                                  C                                    G                                      Bm                                    Em  
        And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am                                                    Em                              D  
        To place upon your pillow as the morning came?
Em                            Em/G                                                    D                 D4  D  D4  D9  
        Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up
Em                            E/G                                    D                      A  
        I could murder coffee in a grande cup
Bm                              D                                         A  
        No welcome deli  there's no Starbucks here
Bm                                    D                                                         A                            Bm  
        A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear
                             C                              G                                            Bm                                                         A  
        And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
Am                                                            Em                                         G                                 D  
        The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone
                             C                                    G                                                 Bm                                 Em  
        And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
Am                                                                         Em                                                         D  
        When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on
                 Em    Em/G    D    D4    D    D4    D9  
                                     Em    Em/G    D    A  
                                     Bm    D    A  
                                     Bm    D    A    Bm  
                                     C    G    Bm    A  
                                     Am    Em    G    D  
                                     C    G    Bm    Em  
                                     Am    Em    D  
                                     C    D    G    Am    C    D  
Em                            Em/G                            D    D4  D  D4  D9  
        I flew in on the evening plane
Em                                 Em/G                                            D                         A  
        Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm                                 D                                            A  
        And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm                                      D                         A                         Bm  
        And taste the winter of another life
                                             C                              G                                    Bm                              A  
        Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am                                                                 Em                                         G                         D  
        You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                                                  C                                    G                                      Bm                                    Em  
        And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am                                                    Em                              D  
        To place upon your pillow as the morning came?
                     C                                              G                                              Bm                              A  
        Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered
Am                                                                            Em                                         G                                            D  
        I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night
                             C                              G                                         Bm                                 Em  
        And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Am                                                              Em                         D  
        Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites